I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9039 | 2018-09-22 06:35:58 | 93.36 | 98% |
| 8424 | 2018-09-06 04:39:38 | 85.58 | 96% |
| 5431 | 2018-06-08 03:48:32 | 85.62 | 97% |
| 2200 | 2018-03-25 22:50:24 | 86.43 | 97% |
| 2061 | 2017-12-23 08:51:41 | 74.40 | 96% |
| 2046 | 2017-12-23 08:37:34 | 90.33 | 98% |
| 889 | 2017-07-29 18:54:15 | 83.21 | 97% |
| 82 | 2017-07-04 05:21:35 | 74.33 | 95% |